Every three days this can be found in the backyard. I have mentioned before that Lucy wears cloth diapers. What I failed to include is why. Why it took me months before I finally gave in. Why what seems so "green" and "trendy" right now is not one of my favorite things. She wears cloth because her buns are allergic to a compound that is in every single disposable diaper. Trust me. I tried them all. I tried every cream, every remedy, every thing possible to avoid this. My sweetie endured months of bleeding rashes before her selfish mom gave in. Now don't get me wrong. I have great respect for the earth, I do tons of other things every single day to cause it less harm. I just didn't feel all too bad about using disposables. But it is what it is. Now I have gotten in a rhythm and have a great system. Washing them isn't so horrible. They are very soft, safe and super cute. I also love the fact that I haven't spent a penny on diapers in over a year. That is bunches of money. But I also pridefully was convinced that Lucy would be potty trained by her second birthday. That day has come and gone. She simply is not ready. It took just one tearful and maddening day to figure that out. She didn't get the memo. Her Fuzzi Bunz are just fine with her.
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![]() | 66 As a 1930s wife, I am |
I didn't do too well on this quiz. Too much pajama wearing, not enough cooking breakfast. But if I got up at the same time as Jason he couldn't watch Sports Center in peace or make my coffee to put it in the freezer.
Glad that I am not a 1930's wife! Glad that I have a early rising, cereal loving, coffee making husband who buys me the pajamas that I lost points for wearing!
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I really miss you. I miss your addictive poison. I miss that you will make "my bones turn black" according to an eleven year old. I hate that you call to me every time I see a soda fountain. But it has been six months and I can survive our separation. I have quit you before. I will probably quit you again. But for now I am spending some quality time with my new B.F.F. iced tea. Take care and enjoy harming those whose lives still have room for you.
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This is Halley's Bible. I have repaired it nearly a dozen times. Packing tape, scotch tape, hot glue gun, you name it. But there are two things you don't know. It isn't poorly made. She isn't hard on her books. In fact, if there is a tiny tear on a page of any book she literally will break down in tears until it is fixed. She loves order and neatness. This Bible looks like this because it is well read and well loved. Each nap and bedtime we read her a story from it. When she wakes up she looks through it in her bed until we come and get her. It is her most treasured possession. She can't read, yet she knows all of the stories. We have had it less than a year and have already read through it twice. I really wish I could say the same for my Bible. I read through it in entirety once. In 2002. I wish I started each morning waking up, grabbing it and soaking it in before I faced the day. I wish my Bible looked this bad. I can only imagine how much different my life would look.
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Thank you so much for the quilt encouragement. I am going to make them. Two of them. I am also going to put Sandi Henderson's children through college with the amount of fabric I ordered. Halley's is going to be from the Ginger Blossom line and Lulu's is going to be from the Farmer's Market goodness. I love how the two lines mix but aren't too matchy-matchy. My girls are the most opposite you could imagine, and I see Halley's girly-ness in the vintage G.B. and Lulu's funky spunk in the F.M. I think I am going to paint the walls a sassy lime to coordinate. Now I can't wait for my mailman to bring me the zillion yards of twenty four different prints!
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My crafty friend Tristen just got her hands on a old rustic ladder. She wondered if I had any suggestions for it's use. I had one in my old house with plants on it (pretty standard), but wanted to find a different purpose. A one minute search through Flickr and look at this brilliant idea! My bookshelf currently holds my sewing supplies and all of my poor books are stuffed in a cabinet in the garage. I really want to this! Now all I have to do is go to my old house and ask the new owners to give my ladder back... and then find a wall to hang it on.
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Is this not the yummiest quilt you ever did see? Well, sadly I did not win it from among the 20,000 some entries, but it got my mind spinning. I have not been able to stop thinking about it since laying eyes on it. I don't quilt, and really never planned to due to my impatience and supreme lack of perfectionism, but I am feeling that changing. All I have to say that if I ever do make this quilt, you had better bet that I will not be giving it away! Honestly, the creator of it is my new favorite person. On a whim, I emailed her asking what pattern she used to make it. I really didn't expect an answer. Within hours she emailed me back and although she didn't use a pattern, she wrote out simple, clear, step by step instructions. Who does that? I have trouble even responding to emails from my friends and family. I am inspired both to take this new project on as well as be a better email returner. I hope I can conquer at least one of those goals in the next month or so. I really want to make two, one for each of my girls in their new bedroom and then paint and decorate around it. Am I crazy?
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My mom cut out this article from the newspaper for me as an alternative. You can take your calloused feet to a nail salon in Alexandria, VA and these little "doctor fish" will lovingly nibble off all of your dead skin. For THIRTY minutes! I am freaking out even imagining one minute in the tub with these guys. I am thinking that the PedEgg doesn't sound so bad anymore!
I think I am just going to stick to lotion and keep my creepy feet.
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I was tagged twice, so I decided to give away two Faith signs. Fancy that!
A. Attached or single? Attached.
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Do you need a little reminder to walk each day by faith? Just leave me a comment and this sign can be yours. I will pick it's new home on Monday.
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I have been on the look out for something I could accomplish while plopped on the couch catching up on my Tivo. While looking for another book on Amazon it recommended the book Sublime Stitching. How can Mr. Amazon computer read my mind? It tells me "you also might like this..." and I say... "well, actually I do! How kind of you to suggest it. And thanks for the free super saver shipping too!" As soon as it arrived I went over to my mom's house and borrowed (stole forever) all of her neatly organized embroidery thread, hoops, needles and scissors. I then grabbed some of the girls clothes and started stitching. I promise you, the book makes it soooo easy and gives you the most fun and funky iron on patterns! I fully admit to having no patience whatsoever and questioned if I could even stand the slow, quiet craft. But after an episode of Project Runway, and two skirts nearly finished, I am hooked. Off to find some more things to pretty up!
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It is Jason's birthday! Last night we celebrated with all of the extended family at the beach. Hard to think of anything better than pizza, cupcakes and silly party glasses.
My poor guy is in denial about the number of packages that show up on our doorstep. He was shocked to see that one actually came for him. Our dear friend Amy who is on an Alaskan cruise right now (lucky girl) sent him a ginormous coconut treat from Pink Cupcakes. Don't be fooled by the girly pink exterior.
Inside the box was a man-sized cupcake. I had to fight him for some. Good thing we opened it during naptime. No extra mouths begging for a bite!
Halley ended the day with her favorite pajamas. She has the I heart Mom ones too, but they don't get much wear. (Can you hear me crying in the background?) She even put them on while Jason was in Mexico "so Daddy will come home to us."
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While I was searching for a birthday gift for my sweet British friend I found this necklace inspired by a WWII poster. It seemed perfect for her and just about any other person I could think of. I feel like two weeks of being apart from my husband coupled with the day to day chores of life I have needed a gentle reminder to "Keep calm and carry on." You can find your own over at Home Studio where they come in many gorgeous colors all guaranteed to help you through your most harried of days... British or not.
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Here is a shot from our youth group's recent Mission to Mexico trip where they built two homes for very deserving families. As we hand the keys to the family we pray over them and their home. After my first trip I was never the same, I wish I had such an opportunity when I was still a teenager. I chose this verse to meditate on today, since the Lord is the most important part of any home.
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I have great respect for gift bags. I think they are easy and quite beautiful. I however simply cannot make myself use them. How many times have you opened a gift from a gift bag and awkwardly wondered if there might be something else hidden in the tissue paper. If you check and there is nothing, you look greedy, like the original gift was inadequate, but if you don't check then the gift giver has to tell you to keep looking. I also have zero storage to keep them in, and to be honest, I often don't want to spend the extra $3 - $5 to buy one, much less the inevitable $50 I will spend just by walking into Target. So, I wrap all gifts I give the old school way. Sometimes I have fun paper, but mostly I use brown packaging paper with beautiful ribbon. Add a gorgeous tag, like the ones at Lemon Tree, One Ripe Peach, Little Bit Funky, or Jane Says, and your simply wrapped gift will be a present in itself. I buy my ribbon online in 100yd. spools and I always have black, chocolate, red, pink and aqua on hand to cover all gift giving situations. You won't be able to buy ribbon at the store after you see the prices here or here. Get your scissors and tape out and wrap something the old school way.
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Hope you all had a great day. We are off to see the fireworks at the lake near our house. Here are all of the cousins last year wearing my first foray into bow making.
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I watched Jon & Kate Plus 8 the other day and they made Monkey Munch. I remember it as Puppy Chow or Trash and used to make it for my college bible study. I thought it would be fun to make and I actually used Crispix (crispy times two) instead and changed to white chocolate chips (which actually made it way too sweet, so stick with the regular chocolate) so Halley could eat some. (She is allergic to chocolate. Is that not the most cruel allergy?) But, let me just warn you, DO NOT MAKE THIS unless 20 or so hungry non-dieting friends are seconds away from your house. If not, you will be stuck with way too much yummy-ness and you physically will be unable to remove your hand from the bowl. Trust me, it's not pretty. Click on the photo to see it full size and to read the recipe better.Email ThisBlogThis!Share to XShare to Facebook
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